Although Chen Mo thought, Why should I?, his expression did not change in the slightest.
As for the future, if the Huang family happened to encounter another Martial Artist who discovered that someone among them had cultivation talent, what did that have to do with him? Their relationship was merely transactional. He had already been kind enough to save so many of them today.
If they still failed to remember this kindness, then the Huang family was not worth associating with.
"Ah!?" Everyone in the Huang family who heard Chen Mo's words looked disappointed. They had not expected their family's genes to lack even the aptitude to become Martial Artists. It was truly hard to believe.
Who did not dream of becoming a hero? As for the martial arts schools and taekwondo studios on the market, they merely taught basic self-defense techniques. If learned well, they could protect oneself; if not, they were just fancy but impractical moves.
Martial Artists, however, were different. If one cultivated well, one could become a transcendent being and leave behind the ranks of Ordinary People. What was a transcendent being? It was an evolution of life itself, one that could greatly extend one's lifespan. Who would not care about such cultivation?
Especially when it meant living a few more years—who would not want that?
But the youngster before them had saved every one of them, and his strength was so formidable. His judgment had to be accurate. Even if Chen Mo did not wish to teach them cultivation methods, he would not lie to them.
Thus, everyone in the Huang family felt utterly crushed.
In truth, when Huang Shaojie had proposed learning Martial Arts just now, Old Mr. Huang had felt a faint glimmer of hope as well. If his grandson could learn Martial